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and forth in
time to the music. But that’s where the resemblance to a “normal” club
stopped.
    Huge television monitors
mounted high in all four corners of the room projected scenes from a biracial
porno. There was a stripper pole set up to the right of the dance floor,
currently unoccupied. Down the hallway from the nightclub area was a large,
steamy room featuring a 16 person hot tub and beyond that 24 themed rooms,
their doors lining each side of two parallel hallways. The themes ranged from a
dungeon-style BDSM room to a 70’s theme, a cowboy theme, a doctor’s office, a
theme for every role play scenario one could imagine. There were strict
rules about appropriate behavior, open and closed doors, as well as protocols
for watching or joining the activities in the rooms. Hosts explained all the
rules to first time visitors during an extensive tour of the facility. The
club had security guards who strived to keep things clean and safe for all of
the participants.
    This was Sarah’s first
time visiting this particular club, but she had been to others. Clubs
weren’t really her scene. She found them to be too loud to carry on an actual
conversation, which was usually the best way for her to gauge a connection with
a potential partner. Clubs also tended to be clique-y with regulars staking out
certain tables or rooms and being rather standoffish with newcomers. Despite
those negatives, Sarah found it refreshing to be in a fun, open atmosphere
where she could dance, flirt and imbibe amongst like-minded folks.  
    She surveyed the crowd,
searching to see if anyone piqued her interest. For a Saturday night, it wasn’t
terribly crowded. She considered that it was only nine o’clock; the night was
still young. There was a table near the dance floor occupied by a group of fit,
gorgeous people in their early to mid-twenties who collectively emitted an
unapproachable vibe. Ah, yes, the requisite clique , Sarah identified
them. Rachel would have dubbed that group
“The Golden Pussy Table,” Sarah thought with a smirk. Near the bar there
were a few prototypical single men, trying to appear as though they weren’t
gawking at every woman in the place, but failing miserably. And of course there
were several couples of all shapes and sizes, young, old, and everything in
between. Even standing in foursomes or larger groups, Sarah could easily
discern who went with whom. Body language always gave it away.
    She briefly studied a
few of the more attractive couples but her eyes couldn’t help but gravitate to
the fiery redhead dancing in the cage with a tall, slim African American woman. Her
pale skin glowed under the lights and her full breasts bounced playfully in her
black leather bustier as she grinded her ass into the other lady’s pelvis. Sarah
found redheaded women with luminescent skin rather alluring. If she had a
“type” for women, the redhead closely resembled it. She imagined raking her
fingernail over a pink nipple, then pinching it lightly before she traced the
outline of blue veins crisscrossing underneath the creamy flesh of her breasts.
    Suddenly Sarah tried to
imagine what James would think if he was there taking in the scene beside her. I’m
sure he’s way too conservative for me , she thought, dismissing the idea of
ever seeing him darken the door of a venue like this one. Sarah’s mind
shot back to the present scene as the African American woman whipped the
redhead around and gripped her rear end, pushing her pelvis against her upper
thigh. Even in her heels, the redhead only came up to her chin. The taller
woman bent to kiss her. The contrast of their skin colors was lovely but
what titillated Sarah was the flash of tongue she witnessed darting between the
redhead’s full berry-pink lips. The dark hands pulled a creamy breast from the
black bustier and her tongue flicked the nipple Sarah had just imagined
touching.
    Rachel noticed the scene
too. “Damn. That’s fucking hot,” she observed,